Lucien’s voice caught her off guard. She stilled for a second before finishing what she was doing and turned around. He was dressed in his usual suit and tailored pants, the fabric moving easily with him as he crossed the room.
“I didn’t hear you come down.” She smiled, capping the lipstick. Hoping the smile would mask everything else.
“I noticed.” He returned the smile, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips. “How’s your hangover? Given how knocked out you were last night you must still be feeling it.”
Elena bit the inside of her cheek. “I’m fine.” Surprisingly since she had managed a few sips of that awful soup Maria served her the headache had faded.
“Alright.” Lucien nodded.
Silence fell between them. Heavy and awkward. Elena felt like she should say something.
“I’m sorry about la
